Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1967 | 2024-03-23 15:55:41 | 106.87 | 99% |
| 98 | 2017-02-10 12:03:15 | 57.81 | 88% |
| 37 | 2017-02-06 09:46:22 | 45.00 | 77% |